A while back I posted a prose poem that I wrote about the Sandhill Cranes that were eating in the field by my house. Later I took it to my Writing Creative Non-Fiction class and had it workshopped. People either said that they didn't get it, or that they thought that is was wonderful, amazing, and one guy said that if he didn't know that I wrote it he wouldv'e thought that it was by Wordsworth or someone equally meritous. I don't knbow about that, but I have been musing on whether I would rather have everyone find it pleasant but not amazing, or have some say that they had to read it several times to understand what it was saying and others think that it was one of the most amazing things they've ever read, and I finally decided I'd rather have the divided opinions, but stong opinions compared to lukewarm across the board.

I guess my point is to preface the pictures that are included in this. I was insipired by my poem's commentary on the simplicity and beauty of nature that I made a piece of art today to go with it. I used paint, decoupage of clipping from the newspaper and magazines, pen and ink, and my scanner/printer to do it.